Olivia, pumped with determination, thrust a bowl of veggies into my hands and commanded with an air of arrogance, "Wash these; they're our dinner tonight!"
Spinning on her heel, she switched to a saccharine tone, cooing to her boyfriend, "Babe, I'm dead set on losing weight this time. I'll slim down to 110 pounds, and everyone will envy you for having such a knockout girlfriend!"
She played up her plight with a whiny undertone, "I just splurged on some gym wear, though, and I'm kinda strapped for cash. Can you float me some?"
His response came back as a series of muffled grunts over the phone, sounding disgustingly phlegmy, sending shivers down my spine.
Soon after, her phone chimed with the alert of a $1,000 transfer hitting her Venmo, making Olivia giggle with delight, and giving me a taunting glance.
Previously, Olivia had used heavily edited photos to juggle three boyfriends online, treating them like her personal ATMs without a shred of shame.
She always fibbed about her weight by claiming childhood hormone treatments were to blame.